Last night I had a dream.
I dreamed I was dying.
In my dream, in order to die, I must fall into a deep sleep. I tried hard, very hard, to fall asleep. When I was about to finally fall asleep, when I started to feel the reality slipping into fantasy, a loud persistent sound brought me back to consciousness.
It was my alarm. I’m awake.
After contemplating for some time, I felt scared. But it wasn’t the dream that scared me. What scared me was the fact that I hated the alarm for interrupting the dream.
And in the dream,
I was happy. Very, happy.
